Post by Smarky Smark on Mar 7, 2010 12:37:30 GMT
"So, I hear that slimeball has returned."
The scene opens, and all we see is Ryan Hughes, with a hood cloaking the upper half of his face. He is sat on a folding chair, within the small confines of a dressing room. He has a thoughtful, yet depressive aura around him, but a sarcastic grin stretches across his face as he speaks once more.
“You know, last time it was kinda comical. The whole 'Los Tortillas' bullshit tickled me somewhat. It was a shame Ricky Valencia fell for it, and we wilted away to nothingness. This time though, I think it is sad. Sad that a man has NOTHING better to do then put our company out, Old Yeller style. And to be honest, it makes me sick.”
The smile has long since faded, and now his eyebrows are furrowed. He clenches his hands together, which is always a sign of something wanting to come out. Eventually it does, and he addresses the newest arrival directly.
“Metal fucking Dragon. I have grown sick of your presence, and you have only been here a day. You mean nothing, and you never did. At least not in my eyes. And this seems to be just another way of garnering attention towards your dying legacy. But let me tell you something. You will fail. You know why? Because I am here. I am watching you, at all times. You won't be able to do ANYTHING under my watch. And this is your vital flaw.”
“And let this message reach your thick brain, and the brains of your comrades. Whenever danger rocks the boat that is Virtual Wrestling Entertainment- I will be there. If someone tries to make a name for themselves with slander and empty threats, I will be there. If someone tries to stop VWE, you can bet on the fact that I....WILL....BE....THERE.”
Ryan takes a moment to calm himself, taking a few deep breaths, just to clear his system. His hands dangle limply either side of his body, and the hood finally comes off. The VWE legend seems to have a cooler head now, and he faces the camera once more.
“All throughout time, there have been people like you. People who think they can take over the world and piss on it. There was the Ku Klux Klan, the ragtag orgy of faggots. They thought that their racist ways would make the world and it's dog bow at their feet. Guess what? They failed.”
“Then there was Adolf Hitler. He was a man, small in character. He thought by bullying Poland, and killing off all the Jews was a good idea. Hell, I thought it was a good idea. But no. England and the US just dropped the A-Bomb, and put that fucker back in his place. He failed, and he killed himself to boot.”
“There's the lesson for you. People like you never win. It is written in the books of time, you can't win. You will simply fall like everyone else, and become a weaker spirit. Your soul will die off, and there will be nothing you can do about it.”
“Viva La Resistance, bitch.”
Ryan stands up, and reaches over the camera to switch it off, causing the feed to return to the SNX commentary team.
EOT, comments appreciated.
The scene opens, and all we see is Ryan Hughes, with a hood cloaking the upper half of his face. He is sat on a folding chair, within the small confines of a dressing room. He has a thoughtful, yet depressive aura around him, but a sarcastic grin stretches across his face as he speaks once more.
“You know, last time it was kinda comical. The whole 'Los Tortillas' bullshit tickled me somewhat. It was a shame Ricky Valencia fell for it, and we wilted away to nothingness. This time though, I think it is sad. Sad that a man has NOTHING better to do then put our company out, Old Yeller style. And to be honest, it makes me sick.”
The smile has long since faded, and now his eyebrows are furrowed. He clenches his hands together, which is always a sign of something wanting to come out. Eventually it does, and he addresses the newest arrival directly.
“Metal fucking Dragon. I have grown sick of your presence, and you have only been here a day. You mean nothing, and you never did. At least not in my eyes. And this seems to be just another way of garnering attention towards your dying legacy. But let me tell you something. You will fail. You know why? Because I am here. I am watching you, at all times. You won't be able to do ANYTHING under my watch. And this is your vital flaw.”
“And let this message reach your thick brain, and the brains of your comrades. Whenever danger rocks the boat that is Virtual Wrestling Entertainment- I will be there. If someone tries to make a name for themselves with slander and empty threats, I will be there. If someone tries to stop VWE, you can bet on the fact that I....WILL....BE....THERE.”
Ryan takes a moment to calm himself, taking a few deep breaths, just to clear his system. His hands dangle limply either side of his body, and the hood finally comes off. The VWE legend seems to have a cooler head now, and he faces the camera once more.
“All throughout time, there have been people like you. People who think they can take over the world and piss on it. There was the Ku Klux Klan, the ragtag orgy of faggots. They thought that their racist ways would make the world and it's dog bow at their feet. Guess what? They failed.”
“Then there was Adolf Hitler. He was a man, small in character. He thought by bullying Poland, and killing off all the Jews was a good idea. Hell, I thought it was a good idea. But no. England and the US just dropped the A-Bomb, and put that fucker back in his place. He failed, and he killed himself to boot.”
“There's the lesson for you. People like you never win. It is written in the books of time, you can't win. You will simply fall like everyone else, and become a weaker spirit. Your soul will die off, and there will be nothing you can do about it.”
“Viva La Resistance, bitch.”
Ryan stands up, and reaches over the camera to switch it off, causing the feed to return to the SNX commentary team.
EOT, comments appreciated.